Saturday, January 26, 2013
Ghosts exist who are fully flesh, breathing, and alive. If one gets into your head and soul, consider yourself haunted. And maybe beautifully doomed.
It could be the case that a haunted person is compelled to write something. But you can't squeeze a ghost down into words. Consider yourself, should you be so stricken, a kind of blesséd mute. Rather than language for expression, better to spin around in circles with arms outstretched in the cold or warm rain, until you are soaked with liquid sadness that glistens like gladness.